Ye Si’s intimate and flirtatious words instantly made Yu Guang extremely embarrassed.

Ye Si’s eyes were already captivating, with a smile that was both soft and distant. When slightly narrowed, with a teasing smile at the corner of his lips, it confused people even more.

This brain-deprived hallucinatory feeling only briefly stopped when Jiang Xiyue appeared.

The white-skirted girl quickly flew to Ye Si’s side, also entering Yu Guang’s line of sight.

The elegant pine scent in the air was disturbed, mixed with a sweet and suffocating perfume scent, making it strangely oppressive.

Yu Guang frowned imperceptibly, silently stepping back half a step.

This seemingly insignificant movement seemed to suddenly attract Jiang Xiyue’s attention, or touch her pride.

The hostile gaze, hidden from Ye Si’s sight, shot straight towards Yu Guang, as if expelling an intruder from their territory.

This scorching gaze was difficult for Yu Guang to ignore, but he didn’t pay attention to it, not even meeting the other’s eyes, showing a timid and weak appearance.

If it were anyone else, this kind of cowardly and affected behavior would certainly be displeasing – but Yu Guang was not just anyone.

He was inherently beautiful, even if his watery eyes were covered by stray hair, one could still vaguely glimpse some good looks.

Jiang Xiyue’s scrutinizing gaze swept over Yu Guang from head to toe, and the fear and threat in her eyes were about to overflow.

But Yu Guang just lowered his eyelids, not revealing any emotions, and casually glanced at the black and gold logo paper bag in Jiang Xiyue’s hand.

He suddenly clenched his fingertips around the hem of his shirt.

This logo was extremely familiar, it was the brand logo of the ink and brush store that Ye Si often used.

It’s great, he could give Ye Si a gift openly and legitimately.

Sure enough, the next moment Jiang Xiyue intimately hooked her arm around Ye Si’s arm, as if declaring sovereignty, and coquettishly handed the small paper bag in her hand to Ye Si.

“Senior Ye, I see that your ink might be running out, so I got this for you!”

Her melodious voice fell into Yu Guang’s ears, but it was unexpectedly grating.

His nails dug into the soft flesh of his palm, causing a sharp pain.

Yu Guang’s gloomy gaze hid in the shadow of his bangs falling on his forehead, not clearly visible, but Ye Si did take the small paper bag.

Taking a deep breath, his heart seemed to be gripped by invisible hands, suffocating him so much that he could hardly breathe.

After a pause for a long time, Yu Guang bent down to pick up the Book of Songs that had fallen to the ground and put it back in his backpack.

The blush that had appeared on his face had long faded away, his complexion returning to normal, even looking somewhat pale.

Without daring to look up, he just nodded slightly towards Ye Si and Jiang Xiyue, who stood together like a pair of jade couples.

“Jiang Xuejie is here, so I won’t disturb you.” Yu Guang’s lips trembled, his voice barely audible, his expression desolate enough to be apparent at a glance.

As Yu Guang wished, Ye Si’s gaze lingered on his face for a long time—what he could sense, so he deliberately blinked his eyelashes and then turned away.

This time he didn’t look back, he walked straight out of the other’s field of vision, and then took out his phone and opened the shopping app.

He searched for the name of the logo on the bag from earlier, stared at the high-priced tag in red for a moment, and then went directly to the payment page.

Along with the confirmation tone for successful ordering, the notification tone for a new message also sounded.

His heart skipped a beat.

The various emotions of joy or melancholy just now were startled by this notification tone, as if the balloon had been inflated to the fullest and then pricked by a needle.

With a bang, it burst.

Yu Guang slowly lifted his gaze to the message box that popped up on the screen.

【Unknown Number】: Why didn’t you button up the top button, trying to seduce me?

His body hair instantly stood on end, and Yu Guang’s hand holding the phone almost couldn’t keep steady.

After a brief shock, he suddenly looked around—

The university students around, whether in groups or alone, all seemed to have a touch of suspicion.

The notification tone of the phone sounded again, like a soul-piercing alarm.

【Unknown Number】: Are you looking for me? Don’t waste your efforts.

【Unknown Number】: I’m everywhere.

Was it the student who passed by him just now, typing on his phone? Or was it the group of boys in front who were laughing and looking at their phone screens?

Yu Guang didn’t know.

He silently stared at the glaring messages on the screen, his palm tightening, almost crushing the phone screen.

His fingertips quickly typed—

Yu Guang: Is playing mysterious fun for you? You coward who dares not show your face.

He thought the other party would disappear like last time, but Yu Guang quickly received a reply this time.

【Unknown Number】: ^_^

Just an outdated emoji, but it effectively shut down all the remaining words Yu Guang had.

The feeling of punching cotton made him feel instantly exhausted, and the panic hidden in his heart surged out like spring shoots after rain.

Who on earth…

Could manipulate Lena and even follow him to his campus?

Yu Guang had a faint but certain intuition in his heart—this time he might have provoked someone extraordinary.

The worry in his heart grew stronger, but with it came a kind of vague anticipation.

Even the moss in the dark corner yearns for companionship.

He had been boxed into the obedient and docile box for too long, as if he had been predetermined to have a certain shape since birth, like a plant, watched and supervised by the caretaker, and must grow into a straight and upright sun-facing appearance.

But no one cared about his silent screams.

He had been suppressed for too long.

So, even though he looked obedient and well-behaved on the surface, he had long been hollowed out by the devil inside.

Stars of mildew grew under his skin, sinking into the sunken quagmire along with the rotten and stinking muscle tissue—this empty and deserted dark prison.

He eagerly hoped.

Hoped to find someone as gloomy and despicable as him, to sink together and to fall together.

Yu Guang held down the string of numbers for a few minutes, until his index finger became stiff and numb, but in the end, he didn’t block it.

He copied the outdated emoji sent by the other party and sent it back.

Yu Guang: ^_^

The signal of the campus network was always poor, and the gray circles kept spinning.

Yu Guang held his phone and waited until the words “sending” jumped to “sent successfully” before he smiled slightly.

A few days later, there was a gorgeously packaged gift box in the drawer of Ye Si’s usual seat in the French expansion class.

The fragrance of ink faintly emanated from it.

Ye Si narrowed his long and narrow eyes, picked up the gift box and stared at it for a long time.

Deeper in the drawer was a washed-out photo, the deepest and most secret.

It seemed to sense the hesitant figure of its owner when it was placed there.

Hoping for Pandora’s box to open, but also fearing the miracles within.

Ye Si chuckled, his nostrils twitching, and raised his eyebrows as he pulled out the photo from the desk.

It was a blurred orange-yellow sky.

Whether it was dawn or sunset, the horizon was hidden in the clouds, revealing a faint orange-red light, clean yet dirty, like a poorly painted oil painting.

The scene reflected in Ye Si’s pupils, he rubbed the photo with his fingertips and twisted it.

The penmanship behind the photo was accidentally smudged by him.

The white plastic paper was imprinted with half of his fingerprint, and his fingertips had a gray-black ink stain.

Ye Si, who was a cleanliness freak, surprisingly didn’t frown. Instead, he leaned closer, sniffed the faint blood scent on the ink stain, and tapped the sharp canine teeth on the right side with his tongue.

Where did this little guy get hurt again?

Ye Si’s Adam’s apple rolled suddenly, and he restrained himself, curving his finger joints and gently tapping on the table.

The thick and heavy sound continued until the bell for class sounded, Ye Si came back to his senses from his contemplation, staring at the two lines of carefree penmanship of the teenager, and silently recited them in his mouth—

The sunset after the rain,

Like me,

Wet and burning.

There was no signature or name.

Just like the teenager’s desire hidden in the dark.

Ye Si took a deep breath of the faint blood scent remaining on the ink behind the photo, and slowly thought:

When will I see the cautious little fox fall into the trap voluntarily?

He couldn’t wait anymore…